Just as Irina's proud expression flickered, before she could even finish a sentence, Ethan's fingers fully parted her petals and entered her body.
Irina instinctively arched her back, thrusting forward to meet his invasion. Pure physical bliss made her scream, her hips twisting wildly. Ethan leaned in, capturing her cherry lips with a passionate kiss. This startled her for a second, but soon she surrendered to the primal hunger.
After a long, deep kiss, Ethan could no longer wait. "Miss Irina, shall we continue?"
"I... I don't know..." she murmured, breathless and flushed.
"Don't you want a baby? Don't you want to complete your mission?"
"Right... the mission... I must complete the mission..." Her eyes cleared for a moment, but it was a clear-headedness used as a mental defense.
Ethan kissed her again, and this time she responded with equal fire. He pulled back and pressed his heavy body against her smooth frame. "Tell me you want to be pregnant with my child."
He stared into her eyes while using his knees to slowly pry her white, rounded legs apart. His palm slid back to her flower, stroking her gently. Irina was already soaking wet. When his finger flicked her sensitive "pearl," she finally moaned out loud.
"Don't torture me anymore, please... give it to me... give it to me now..."
"I'll help you finish your mission. But whether you can catch this chance and get pregnant in one go depends on you."
Irina's naked body writhed gently, her high breasts heaving. Ethan lined up his massive "dragon" with her sexy pussy. He rubbed the head against her petals first, then flicked the red pearl with the tip. The virgin valley couldn't handle the stimulation, and her spring water gushed out.
"Irina, I'm coming in."
Ethan's thick dragon pushed in inch by inch. Under this relentless assault, her hymen was forcibly breached. At the moment of penetration, Ethan used his expert technique to immediately convert the pain into overwhelming pleasure.
Irina didn't feel much pain. Instead, under his dual-cultivation ability, all the desires she had suppressed deep in her heart exploded. Her tight, narrow, and elastic pussy swallowed Ethan's long dragon whole, taking the entire length in one go.
"So smooth and tight..." Ethan whispered. It felt like heaven. He felt his dragon tightly surrounded by hot, wet walls. The flesh inside was twitching and spasming, sucking on the head of his shaft like a jade clam. It was a literal "Vase of Spring Water," with fluids flowing out constantly as he moved.
"Ah...!" Irina cried out. Despite the pain being minimized, she still felt the sting of her virginity being taken. Pain and pleasure mingled, leaving her unsure whether to beg for more or push him away.
Ethan saw her teary eyes and felt his heart soften. He knew she wasn't just about the "mission." If she didn't have feelings for him, she wouldn't have agreed to this even if Michael himself ordered it.
He leaned down, smoothing her messy hair. "Irina-chan, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He kissed away her tears and gently bit her nose. He kept his dragon still inside her hot, wet depths, waiting for her to adjust.
Under his tenderness, the pain faded, replaced by a sense of fullness and tingling. Her teary eyes turned affectionate. Her suppressed lust was fully awakened. Irina moaned, unconsciously wiggling her body, her hips swaying to enjoy the friction. She was like a delicate flower desperate for rain.
"Good Irina, does it still hurt?"
Irina blushed but whispered honestly, "It doesn't... but... it's itchy... inside..."
Ethan nibbled her earlobe. "What do you want to do next then?"
"Ooh... nngh..." She bit her lip, her purple eyes watery. Her stubborn personality wouldn't let her say the words he wanted to hear.
She felt the massive object inside her—hot, thick, and hard. It seemed to have a life of its own, pulsing and twitching without Ethan even moving. She tried to squeeze him, but the pleasure only made her moan louder, her long white legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
Ethan's dragon head found her sensitive "flower heart." Surrounded by the tight walls, he ground and rotated against it.
He knew she was hungry for more. She needed him to strip away her fake ideals of serving a dead God. He began to pump—powerful thrusts, rapid sprints, and intense friction. He wanted to take her to the peak of orgasm so she would recognize her true reality.
Ethan leaned down to suck on one of her trembling breasts while thrusting violently into her "Spring Water Vase." He pressed his thick chest against her firm, soft breasts, grinding them flat.
The fire of lust was boiling. As he pumped, her nipples hardened, and she twisted her body, her red lips parted to let out intoxicating sounds. Her waist swayed wildly to meet every deep thrust. Looking down at the noble Irina being broken under him, hearing her lewd cries, Ethan knew he had brought her into the most primal ecstasy. He went in and out of her "fairy cave," thrusting until she lost her mind.
He accelerated. A series of heavy thrusts hit her flower heart deep inside. The fluids in her pussy splashed like a dam breaking, and the sound of his pelvis slamming against her white pubic mound echoed through the room: Slap! Slap! Slap!